A number of years ago when I was a young private investigator, I had to spend a long and tiresome Friday afternoon in a meeting in Chicago. The meeting dragged on until shortly after six, so I decided to drive

Back to my hotel room to shower, shave and get me some sleep. The next morning back on the job (10:15 am) he strutted into my office, I could tell right away that he wasn't an ordinary thug, and that this

Definitely wasn't going to be an ordinary case. He closed the door and pulled from his pocket two envelopes, he laid them on my desk by the telephone and said, "I desperately need your help." I buzzed my secretary and told her to hold all my calls. I walked over to the window and pushed it open, turning around just in time to see him cross his legs in my favorite chair. And when he did a big bulge appeared in his crotch. I tried to offer him some coffee but he simply declined. He found my Playguy magazine and started thumbing through the pages. When he finished he tossed it over on to my desk. After doing so he leaned forward towards me extending his hand and introduced himself. I grasped it briefly and introduced myself. The cologne that he was wearing filled my office as well as my nostrils sending a burning heat raging through my loins, and that smirky look that he kept giving me told me that he knew it. Sure, I was pent up with lust, but lust doesn't pay the bills. I knew that I had to get back to work. But before I could even get a

word out of my mouth, he put a fingers up to his lips shushing me. His mouth curled into a smile, then he did an agile about-face and walked right out the door closing it behind him. Five minutes after he had

gone, I heaved a sigh, not quite sure if his mysterious attitude was alluring or irritating. My heart was pounding through my chest as if some street punk was beating the shit outta me. His cologne left a subtle scent in the often cool air of my office. Seems he'd really gotten under my skin. And no guy has ever had that kind of effect on me before. Instinctively, my hand massaged my crotch, which had swollen in appreciation of his thuggish attributes. My trousers sported an appreciative bulge, stimulated by the brief meeting and memory of that beautiful guy who entered my office unannounced. I had to do something to relief the pressure that was building up so I sat down at my desk and buzzed my secretary and told her to hold all calls and to inform me when someone came to seem me. I picked up the telephone receiver and

dialing 1-(900)-JERK~OFF to do just that before getting back to work playing Dick Tracy once again. I heard the automated operator prompt me to press [1]--to speak to a female, [2]--to speak to a male, [3]--to speak to a shemale and [4]--to speak to a gay male. And after my mysterious meeting with that cute thug looking guy I quickly pushed four. Some smart-ass flaming guy answered the phone. You could just hear him in the background snapping his fingers acting like a wanna be female. I was pissed. I called his ass everything up under the sun except for the child of God that I admit that I was wrong for. I mean, come on, at .49 cents 1/2 minute and $2.99 a minute there after I mean, you just want what you ask for and your moneys worth. I quickly apologized and hung up, not knowing if my apology was accepted. I was so upset that the mood for jerking-off was put on hold. I immediately composed myself and got back to business. I picked up the two envelopes that the gorgeous thug left on my desk. I carefully open them, and in the first one there was a note and several photos of a short, sophisticated, blond haired woman. And in the other a thousand dollars in crisp new one hundred dollar bills. I picked up my hat and trench coat ready to do some business. Whatever kind of games this was, I was more than prepared to play. Within an hour, I was on the other side of town sitting inside my car staking out some old warehouse wait. For what, I wasn't sure. But, at least I was alone and I could think about him. Again, there was a stirring in my lap as my body responds. Slipping out my throbbing pecker, my imaginations replayed our meeting but this time around we got down and dirty. Instead of him walking out the door he locked it and began taking off his clothes. He walked over towards me and started taking off my clothes. Once my clothes were off he pushed me in to my favorite chair and slide up closer to me sitting on my lap. He hawked up a palm full of saliva and lubricated his sphincter. After that he hawked up another palm full of saliva to lubricate my penis and then he put my cock up to his butt-hole and he sat down on my dick, making me moan in pure ecstasy. Small secretive noises in the dark snapped me out of my erotic dream. Though I could see anything, I could tell that someone was out there. I couldn't resist thinking that it was maybe him. I quickly sat aside The liftoff dream that I was having and stuffed my prick back into my briefs and trousers and grabbed my gun. Someone entered the warehouse and I quickly stepped out of my car to investigate. As I entered the

warehouse I saw a dark figure go downstairs. As luck would have it, right then and there a whiff of his scent drifted under my nostrils. Another sound came from the dark, but sounded like it was coming from behind me. The sounds of footsteps didn't stop until they caught up with me in the dark narrow hallway. The next thing I knew I felt someone’s hand on my back plus something else pointed up against me. I was just about to turn around to show him or her my badge when she shouted, "Freeze! Put your hands above your head and spread your legs." I did as she asked and then she took my gun from out of my hand. She frisked me and found my handcuffs. She pushed me up against the wall and grabbed my wrist and then put my hands behind my back and slapped on my cuffs. She turned on the lights and said, "Follow me." I followed her through the long narrow hallway and then I had picked up the alluring scent of that cologne which my new

client wore. She took me to this room and sat me on the bed, leaning closer and closer to me. The heat of her body washed over me. And the long blond hair from her bangs ticked my chin and nose. I sighed softly and sat there quietly thinking about him. Ten minutes later a man in disguise entered the room. He motioned me to approach him. And when I did he turned my back toward him so that he could release me from my handcuffs. After that he pulled me close and tightly to his body. I grabbed and rubbed his crotch and he reached his hands around my waist and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers and let them drop to the floor. He unbuttoned my shirt and ran his hand up and down my chest. I didn't expect to like it better than my dream, but I have to admit, it was the real deal. I stepped out of my trousers and kicked them out of the way. He reached down into my briefs and stroked my pubic hair and then grabbed my shaft and gave it a few squeezes. I reached back and unzipped his pants and stuck my hand deep into the open fly of his jeans and I realized that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was hot, very hard and filled with life as it twitched against my palm as I stroked it. "Take it out," he said, as his right hand roamed up my body and grabbed my left nipple. I reached back once more and unbuckled his belt. He whispered "Don't move" in my ear and in one swift motion he pulled off his pants and tossed 'em over by mine. He also told me to turn around slowly. When he took off that disguise ... Lo and behold, it was (Gerald) my mysterious visitor. "He looked at me and said, "Yo, you wanna fuck this azz?" We both maintained eye contact and I knodded my head yes without saying a word. He pushed me in the center of the bed and then he crawled on top of me, pressing his lips against mine and sticking his tongue down my throat. Gerald and I just kept kissing and running our hands all over each other's bodies. I rolled Gerald onto his back and kept right on kissing him. My hand found its way to his ass, somewhat similar to the dream that I've had earlier and his asshole started gobbling up my finger. I took my tongue out of his mouth and started running it down his chest. I licked both off his nipples and then ran my tongue over his navel. He was sighing, moaning, squirming and bucking his tight ass against my fingers. And once I got a good whiff and look at his cock, there weren't no turning back. I immediately decided that it was time to taste that hot, spongy mass of flesh. I

even done like Madonna did with that bottle on the documentary Madonna: Truth or Dare. And with great success I got the whole thing down my throat without gagging. I licked him down to his balls and started

polishing them with my tongue. He smelled and tasted of sweet salty sweat. And everywhere else he smelled and tasted like body soap and cologne. I must tell you, the way he smelled and the taste of his body affected me like some potent drug. He put a pillow underneath his head and I had pulled his ass up into the air and parted his cheeks and then I started running my tongue across his butt hole. I even dove into his tight ass-ring past his sphincter muscles. "Yo!" Gerald said. "Fuck me now, bro!" He turned a little bit on his side so that we would be in the straddle position. After a while I stopped jerking on his cock and he grabbed hold of my ass cheek and held on to them as they pumped my cock in and out his hole. His face was contorted with pleasure, as he gasped, grunted and moaned. I could tell right then and there that he was ready to bust a nut because his body tensed and his internal and external sphincter muscles contracted around the base of my dick. Suddenly, his cock just exploded, and come shot up and hit him in the face. We strained to kiss one another and I could feel his asshole just a~quivering around my cockshaft, and that set me off. My body tensed and I shot my load up his ass, and then I collapsed. We both were panting like crazy as if we'd just finished a marathon. My dick slipped out of his ass with a soft plop as he pulled himself off of me. I turned on my side pulling Gerald close to me as he snuggled against my body as we lay. My cock was soft and still oozing precum as it settled nicely between his buttocks, and we both fell fast asleep. When I woke up I glanced across the bed and saw Gerald by my side reading. "Are you hungry?" he said, "I sent Teresa out for some Chinese take out." When I opened my eyes, I had no idea

of what time it was. I looked down at my watch and it was 10:10. I closed my eyes to taken the warm feeling floating through my body. He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. I opened my eyes and rose to my knees and kissed him on the lips. As the minutes passed, it became clear to me what Gerald wanted. He wanted someone to love and take care of. And out of all the other guys out there he chose me. After he and I ate dinner he told me about Teresa who was his secretary. And after a few drinks he and I took a long, exciting shower together, then we curled up in each other's arms and watched a few movies before falling into a deep slumber. ~THE END~